Her pulse hopscotched and leapt in the side of her neck, but the sweet, spicy scent of her arousal flooded my senses as her hand went to her labia over her clit, and her moan made my cock throb inside her.
“Kiss me, please?” Her voice was breathy, and I leaned towards her and kissed her, pressing my tongue into her mouth as my cock sank back into her warmth, and we both groaned in unison.
I hadn’t wanted to make her taste herself, but it must’ve been a good thing, because her hips moved faster, her arm grasped me tighter, so I gave her more speed, more power, and she melted into me even more.
I stopped kissing her, ran my fingers from her temple to the back of her head once before remembering I shouldn’t do it, but she didn’t react, didn’t seem to realize I’d done it. However, I didn’t want to tempt fate too much, so I moved my hand to her shoulder, pushed it towards the bed as I rolled on top of her, and intensified the kiss.
She froze, but the arousal was still there, and I could only smell a little fear, so I pulled up enough to say, “Wrap your legs around me, hold me, tell me what you need, Harmony.”
Now I smelled determination mixed with lust and desire, and I slowed my thrusts as I told her, “Just me and you.” I rose over her and held her gaze as I slowly went in and out and in and out. I could feel every millimeter as I pushed in and dragged back out, and when her eyes rolled back in her head with bliss, I sped a tiny bit.
“God, Brain, stop teasing me. I’m okay, and I know what you need.”
Breathless, I told her, “Today’s about what you need.”
She shook her head, her eyes closed, “Fine, then smell the truth in my words when I tell you I need you to fuck the hell out of me. God, it’s been so damned long since I could enjoy this, please, Brain, don’t make me beg.”
I went a little faster, a little harder, saw she was okay, and then added in more speed and intensity.
Within a few minutes my nuts slapped her with each thrust, we were both breathing hard, and I was close, but so was she.
When she finally came, she literally came unglued, and I held her and kept her safe as she screamed and shook and shuddered beneath me, her warmth gripping and holding me until I grit my teeth to hold off my own release so I could keep fucking her through the orgasm while I watched to be sure it didn’t turn bad.
Somehow, I managed to hold off until her body slowed its rippling under me, and then I thrust into her rough and hard a half-dozen times as my wolf came to the surface and we both shouted through the release. Harmony held my wolf and I as we fucked her into the mattress and she screamed through her bliss, and my nuts drew up, my muscles locked, and the last of the orgasm left my body. I pushed the wolf back down before I opened my eyes to see her beautiful, blue and golden-amber eye looking at me, totally sated and happy.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Harmony
As we drove to Chattanooga, Brain tried to reassure me.
“So we’ve learned another of your triggers, it isn’t a big deal.”
He’d sucked my finger into his mouth during foreplay, and I’d froze on him again, just before trying to beat the holy hell out of him with the alarm clock.
It’d taken months for my fingernails and toenails to grow back, and some hadn’t come in right, so I’d had to pay a doctor to remove three of them with a local anesthesia, and then do something so they’d come back straight. They still weren’t exactly right; deep ridges in a few, and several were super thick, though I kept them all — except my left ring finger — trimmed and filed down to nothing, because if anything touched them, or if I felt them moving, I freaked.
And, apparently, if someone sucked on my finger, I went all caveman on them.
I’d already apologized so much he’d threatened to make me watch reality television if I dared do so again, so I tried to make light of it. “We need to buy another alarm clock. Who knew your head was so hard?”
He chuckled. “I’m pretty sure everyone who’s ever spent more than ten minutes around me knows I’m hard headed — you just tried to prove it.” He held my hand as he drove, and he lifted it to his lips, kissed it, and put it back on my leg. “We’ve had sex three times in a day and a half, all three ended in missionary, and we only had one episode. I think those are pretty good numbers, don’t you?”
I breathed out, relieved he truly didn’t seem to be growing tired of my neuroses. “Yeah, when you put it that way, I guess you’re right.” Theoretically, once we got over the first hurdle, my subconscious would be faster getting over the others with the same person. So, by working past the trauma around having my hair torn out in huge hunks, the things that came later were easier. Still, I was amazed I hadn’t zoned out on him a single time during missionary sex. Of course, the way he worked it, so we started out on our sides, and didn’t go into missionary until I was near an orgasm, probably had a lot to do with it. I was pretty sure I’d still freeze if we started out in missionary.